@talesofgoreandmystery (continuing our self-indulgent “it started as a joke and now we’re here and they won’t let us stop” thread)
Crowley’s yellow eyes narrowed in disbelief. “You do realise that being able to get into someone’s bed with them is like the 101 on how temptation works?”, he said, “I mean, it is like a cornerstone of our work. How do you not know this?” Crowley of course had done his work in tempting people. Maybe not to the extent that Hell required him to, but then they never checked on him. And humanity seemed its own worst enemy. Crowley only ever had tempted people so he had finish the bare minimum of his job.
Feeling Beelzebub lean closer, holding onto his neck and caressing his scalp, he rose a brow when she demanded that he showed her. Crowley rose a hand and grabbed Beelzebub’s shirt collar. He rose half and made sure she tilted backwards, almost slipping of his lap. However his other arm snaked itself behind her waist, keeping her securily on his lap.
Crowley gave her an idle smirk. “Your wish is my command, Beeze.” He rose her chin with his right hand and brushed a thumb accross her lips, once, twice. Before the demon leaned forwards and pressed his mouth against her own. His own arms roamed over her back, wrapping around her like an anaconda around her prey.
“If you’re going to chastizzzze me about what I have and haven’t done before then I am zzzertain I can find entertainment elzzewhere,” Bee snapped, her nails all but digging into the back of Crowley’s head.
Beelzebub could tempt, yes, but had never done tempting that required getting anyone into bed. Temptation 101, as Crowley had said, was not the same for her. Her sort of temptation showed itself in waves of creepy-crawly insects, or buzzes that were actually sinister whispers in someone’s ear. No, she moreso worked with the thrum of anger in a person, which paired very well with the sound of the busy fly or bee, and she took that and manipulated it until someone was, if all worked out right, dead.
The bedroom was not her forte.
Suffice to say this was interesting territory for Beelzebub; when Crowley wrapped his arms around her and kissed her, the roughness of it all ignited a new flame in her for the time being, and that flame had nothing to do with anything or anyone else but Crowley. The traitorous demon was not why she was here, but he’d been the only one she knew to seek out, and close quarters alongside surprisingly calming and enjoyable conversation led to... well, this.
In response to the jolt the kiss sent through her body, Beelzebub bit at Crowley’s lower lip, running her tongue along it afterward and savoring the taste of blood that was there -- it had been a while since she, at least, let herself have that. Her arms wrapped around his neck, one hand still gripping his fiery auburn hair, the other leaving half-moon indentations with her nails at the base of his neck.
